Arachne in Blunderland

Sleeping slowly and refusing to wake up has brought me to a place of utter disbelief. Because in sleeping,I could not feel the world around me or the transformations she was going through. But now, a crash of thunder has brought me out from the purplish grey of the cemetery in my mind and I find that nothing is the same as it was a year ago, a month ago, last week... yesterday... And that in saying this now, I have changed the rest of my existence.

So will I go back to sleep or face the day?